Hello lovely readers! As I may or may not have mentioned before I'm doing the Klaine Reverse Bang, and I'm REALLY excited about it. What I need now, is Beta readers. Would any of you be willing to jump in and help me? I have one already, but for a project of this size I'd really like two, possibly three. I'm about a quarter of the way through right now and I'm EXTREMELY excited. PM me or message me on tumblr (mspracticalamanda) if you're interested!
Disclaimer: I don't know a single thing about how TV contracts work, so you're just going to have to go with me on this one...
The funny thing about serious conversations that need to be had, is that they are much more difficult than kissing the boy you like. In fact, in a complete, in order list of things that I wanted to do in those next couple of weeks after Blaine and I kissed for the first time, making out would probably be at the very top. Having a serious conversation about what we were would have come in somewhere between trashing all of my moisturizers and eating a live insect.
Don't get me wrong, we talked during that time. We talked about the clothes that Blaine would wear on upcoming episodes and at events. We talked about movies and books. And we talked about the awful outfit the barista was wearing when we went out to coffee, but the fact that we had been casually sucking face for the last three weeks never seemed to come up.
Of course it was easier that way. No matter how uncomfortable Blaine was with the rest of the world, we were comfortable around each other. And comfort wasn't something that either of us was particularly willing to part with. To this day, I associate the smell of coffee and raspberries, that Blaine always seems the carry with him, with comfort. The question was, however, whether or not we were trading one form of comfort for another long lasting one.
"Mmph...you must have the world's most perfect lips," Blaine murmured between kisses. The two were enjoying a lazy afternoon in Kurt's apartment while Unique was out of town for a series of gigs. They were lying (still fully clothed) on Kurt's bed, and they had abandoned their viewing of Some Like it Hot in favor of exploring each other's already well discovered mouths. "If I was a song writer, I'd write a whole album on your lips alone," he added.
Kurt's giggle forced him to break the kiss, "Oh my god," he choked out between laughs, "that's a line if I ever heard one.
"Well if I can't use a line on my boyfriend, then who can I use a line on?" Blaine said, eyes twinkling, and at least in that moment, blissfully unaware of how his last comment managed to shift the mood of the entire afternoon. "Kurt...?" he questioned when he saw the look of shock on the other man's face, "Kurt, what's wrong?" he asked, cupping his cheek and running a thumb along his cheekbone.
"You just called me your boyfriend," Kurt said bluntly...probably more bluntly than he really meant.
Blaine's face went pale at the realization of what he had let slip, "I guess we should probably have that talk we said we were going to have," Blaine said sheepishly, scooting up the bed so he was sitting up facing Kurt. When it became clear that Kurt was waiting for him to talk first, he took a deep breath and continued, "I've been referring to you as my boyfriend in my head ever since the day we first kissed," he confessed, steepling his hands in front of him and letting out a long breath.
"You didn't say anything," Kurt said, an unreadable expression on his face.
Blaine shrugged, "you said we were going to talk, and then when we didn't I just sort of assumed we were together," he said, trying to keep defensiveness from seeping into his voice. "We go for coffee all the time, we sing flirty duets when we have free time at work, we make out every chance we get...I mean, what else was I supposed to think?" he added.
Kurt sighed, "I know I'm the one who said we would talk, but there are two of us in this relationship, Blaine. You could have said something just as easily," he replied. "I mean, you haven't even taken me out on a proper date yet!" he said, exasperation clear, even though Kurt was trying to hide it.
Blaine was quiet for a few moments, obviously mulling something over in his head, "so...we are in a relationship?"
Kurt buried his face in his hands, somewhat in frustration, but mostly to hide the fact that he was laughing, "how about," he started, finally getting his laughter in check, "you take me out on a real date, and then we can talk about being boyfriends."
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As uncomplicated as our "talk" had been, going out on a real date proved to be a great deal more difficult a notion. Even with the alarming rate that people were finding out about Blaine's sexuality (at least when compared to life before me), he was still very much in the closet, and not even the glass one that many actors have found themselves in over the years.
We had been seen together before of course. We'd even been "spotted" in the traditional paparazzi sense, but the headline was always something about Blaine commiserating with his stylist, not even a hint of anything more (probably aided by the fact that Rachel was a frequent presence during these sightings)
It wasn't even that we couldn't go out in public with each other if we wanted to act like a couple. It was more the intense reminder the the conundrum that we were in—the conundrum we would stay in unless Blaine came out of the closet or we stopped being a "we" all together. Neither of those options seemed all that appealing at the time, but I was acutely aware—we were both acutely aware—that at some point, something had to give.
"I know it's not really what you had in mind when you asked for a real date, but I...I hope you like it anyway," Blaine said opening the door to his apartment and allowing Kurt to step inside. Blaine had told Kurt to get ready and then come over at 8 PM for a surprise. He looked gorgeous, and although that was nothing new, he still managed to take Blaine's breath away. "Come in. Let me take your coat," Blaine said slipping Kurt's jacket off of his shoulders and leading him into the apartment with a hand on his lower back.
It was simple, classic really. Blaine had cooked and plated the one meal he had managed to perfect for his wheel house that was worthy of a date night (mushroom risotto), lit candles and dimmed the lights, and convinced Wes to make himself scarce. "Wow," Kurt said, unsure what else to say. Up until that moment Kurt thought that his perfect date would involve being whisked away to some fancy, romantic restaurant, and then kissed under the stars in central park. His close minded Ohio upbringing had taught him to fantasize about a day when he could walk through the streets holding hands with a man and no one would bat an eyelash. With one gesture Blaine had changed all of that. Romance was the quiet intimacy of your lover's apartment. Romance was slaving away on a hot stove for just one perfect meal. Romance was Blaine Anderson. "This...this looks amazing," he said.
Blaine blushed and didn't say anything in return. He just continued to lead Kurt into the kitchen, pulled out his chair for him, and set out to make sure that by the end of the evening, Kurt would be his boyfriend.
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"Oh my god, where did you get this cheesecake from?" Kurt said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his belly from the enormous meal he had just enjoyed. The wine and conversation had flown freely. His hand was clasped tightly in Blaine's the entire time. The meal had been delicious, and dessert had been perfection. Kurt had never bee so glad he had taken the time to extoll the many virtues of cheesecake in the presence of Blaine.
"It was good old Juniors, love," Blaine said squeezing his hand. "If I had known that a good New York cheesecake was all I needed to win you over then I wouldn't have bothered remaking that risotto three times," he said with a chuckle, "but we're not done yet. There's just one more thing."
Kurt groaned, but there was a smile on his lips, "you're going to make me fat, Anderson," he said. "Can't we save it for breakfast tomorrow? I don't plan on leaving tonight," he said with a wink that made Blaine blush.
"I promise, it's not food," he said, pulling Kurt up from his chair and leading him into the living room. "I have something I need to tell you."
The two men sat down next to each other on the couch and Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his. Kurt couldn't help but be reminded of that first time they had sat on a couch together when Blaine had first confessed to being gay. "Three months," Blaine blurted out without any pretense.
Kurt looked at him curiously, "I'm sorry: what?" he asked.
"Three months," he said again. "In three months we'll have the perfect storm. My three season contract with Dalton will be over, I'll be finished with my advertising contract with Pepsi, and I'll be hitting the talk show circuit to promote the new Warblers album we're putting out. It's all going to culminate with an interview on Oprah, and I'm going to come out."
Yikes! Shits gonna go down. Also, don't forget let me know if you're interested in being a Beta!
I know that in this story right now we're having a bit of a reverse cannon. We are privy to Kurt's every thought, but we're not hearing much from Blaine. I promise to remedy that in the next chapter!